The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Band 19Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... Olympia dies ! Why did I e'er that prime of blessings know ? Was it , ye cruel fates , to ' embitter woe ? Why would your bolts not level first my head ? Why must I live to weep Olympia dead ? -Sir , I had once a wife ! fair bloom'd her ...
... Olympia dies ! Why did I e'er that prime of blessings know ? Was it , ye cruel fates , to ' embitter woe ? Why would your bolts not level first my head ? Why must I live to weep Olympia dead ? -Sir , I had once a wife ! fair bloom'd her ...
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... Olympia is no more ! Had I , ye persecuting powers ! been born The world's cold pity , or , at best , its scorn ; Of ... Olympia ! -My Olympia's lost ! " I cry . " Olympia's lost ! " the hollow vaults reply . Louder I make my lamentable ...
... Olympia is no more ! Had I , ye persecuting powers ! been born The world's cold pity , or , at best , its scorn ; Of ... Olympia ! -My Olympia's lost ! " I cry . " Olympia's lost ! " the hollow vaults reply . Louder I make my lamentable ...
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... Olympia smiles ! He points the passage to the seats divine , Where poets , heroes , sainted lovers shine ! I come , Olympia ; -My rear'd arm extends ; 88 SAVAGE .
... Olympia smiles ! He points the passage to the seats divine , Where poets , heroes , sainted lovers shine ! I come , Olympia ; -My rear'd arm extends ; 88 SAVAGE .
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With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford Robert Walsh. I come , Olympia ; -My rear'd arm extends ; Half to my breast the ... Olympia waits thee on a foreign shore ! There in a cell thy last remains be spent ; H 2 Canto 2 . 89 THE WANDERER .
With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford Robert Walsh. I come , Olympia ; -My rear'd arm extends ; Half to my breast the ... Olympia waits thee on a foreign shore ! There in a cell thy last remains be spent ; H 2 Canto 2 . 89 THE WANDERER .
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... ! -My heart what raptures warm ? All my Olympia sparkles in the form ! No pale , wan , livid mark of death she bears ! Each roseate look a quickening transport wears ! A robe of light , high - wrought , her 90 SAVAGE .
... ! -My heart what raptures warm ? All my Olympia sparkles in the form ! No pale , wan , livid mark of death she bears ! Each roseate look a quickening transport wears ! A robe of light , high - wrought , her 90 SAVAGE .
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AARON HILL Animalcule beauteous beauty behold beneath bliss breast BRIDGET JONES bright brow charms cheerful clouds death deep delight Ev'n fair Falernum fame fate flame fleece flocks flowers foes form'd Gaul genius give glides glows grace green grief Grongar Hill groves hand happy heart Heaven hills honour hope JOHN DYER kind labour light living loom mankind mind Muse Nature Nature's ne'er numbers nymphs o'er Olympia passions pity plains poem pow'r praise pride proud queen rage realms rich Richard Savage rise rocks round Savage scene seraph shade shady dale sheep shine shore Sir John Heathcote skies smile smiling song soft song soul spirits spread spring streams swains sweet swell swimming dance thee thine thou thought toil trade truth Tyrconnel vales various virtue warm wave wealth wild wind woods wool youth
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Seite 269 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view; The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys, warm and low ; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky!
Seite 266 - Silent Nymph, with curious eye ! Who, the purple evening, lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man, Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings ; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale ; Come with all thy various hues, Come, and aid thy sister Muse ; Now while Phoebus riding high Gives lustre to the land and sky ! Grongar Hill...
Seite 267 - The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir that taper grows, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs...
Seite 269 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the Landskip tire the View ! The Fountain's Fall, the River's Flow, The woody Vallies, warm and low : The windy Summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the Sky ! The pleasant Seat, the ruin'd Tow'r, The naked Rock, the shady Bow'r : The Town and Village, Dome and Farm, Each give each a double Charm, As Pearls upon an Mthiop's Arm.
Seite 289 - There is a mood, (I sing not to the vacant and the young) There is a kindly mood of melancholy, That wings the soul, and points her to the skies...
Seite 267 - While strayed my eyes o'er Towy's flood, Over mead and over wood, From house to house, from hill to hill, Till Contemplation had her fill. About his...
Seite 5 - That affluence and power, advantages extrinsick and adventitious, and therefore easily separable from those by whom they are possessed, should very often flatter the mind with expectations of felicity which they cannot give, raises no astonishment: but it seems rational to hope that intellectual greatness should produce better effects; that minds qualified for great attainments should first endeavour their own benefit; and that they who are most able to teach others the way to happiness should with...
Seite 146 - Thou had'st not been provoked — or thou had'st died. Far be the guilt of home-shed blood, from all On whom, unsought, embroiling dangers fall ! Still the pale dead revives, and lives to me, To me ! through Pity's eye condemn'd to see. Remembrance veils his rage, but swells his fate ; Grieved I forgive, and am grown cool too late ; Young and unthoughtful then, who knows one day...
Seite 5 - Macclesfield, having lived some time upon very uneasy terms with her husband, thought a public confession of adultery the most obvious and expeditious method of obtaining her liberty ; and therefore declared, that the child, with which she was then great, was begotten by the earl Rivers.
Seite 269 - Ey'd through hope's deluding glass ; As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air, Which, to those who journey near, Barren, brown, and rough appear ; Still we tread the same coarse way, The present's still a cloudy day.